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 Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 12:15 am
 It was a quiet day...Errr no that doesn't sound right. Nothing involving the Merc With A Mouth was ever quiet. Really something like that wouldn't be possible, or the universe would have exploded, the Merc With A Mouth had to always be talking.
"Baby where'd you get yo body from~ Tell me where you get yo body from~ --I got it from my mama~" the singing only seemed to ceese for a moment as the merc clad in red turned his head to a little critter sitting on the ground tinkering with some kind of mechanical device. Continuing his dance the merc's eyes narrowed, "You sure you don't want to join in Weas?"
The little black haired guardian looked up breifly from what he was working on "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't want to sing all the girl parts Wade-"
"-And that's why you'll never get yourself a girlfriend Penetrator."
"PeneTRAITOR. -And why don't you get YOUR girlfriend --or whatever she is to sing with you." Weasel huffed, turning his attention back to his work.
"Well my woman-deprived friend, she isn't around, now is she. -So fine I'll just sing it myself." the merc gave a nod before he went back to singing. "If the girl real fine -9 times outta 10 she fine just like her mama~ And if the girl real pretty -9 times outta--"
"-Why exactly are you singing THAT song anyways, Wade?" Weasel finally decided to ask, dispite the warning in the back of his head not to.
"Isn't it ovious? Because it's not disco." Deadpool spoke ficking his tails, still not stoping his little dance..Or bizare dance was more like it. "--Besides there are only a few songs you can sing and have thongs thrown at you. -Which all hopefully belong to nubile women."
"Didn't you--"
"IT WAS PART OF A COSTUME!"
"Right." Weasel snickered.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 12:28 am
 A dark figure walked along, out for a pleasant stroll after he'd gotten acclimated to this new place. So many different faces, so much diversity - it was refreshingly comforting. There was a sense of home he'd come to develop recently and it had prompted a more thorough search and meet of those who populated the area. This too, seemed appropriate and he found he fell easily into conversations and entertaining - it was both fun and relaxing at the same time, as though it was second nature.
So, when he heard the song, his ears swiveled about to lock onto the voices as he tilted his head. Swishing his tails, he made his way towards the duo, fluttering his wings as he normally did when greeting another. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." His query was light, interested as his gaze played over Deadpool, noting the weapons and bright outfit. He'd be hard to miss in a crowd, he observed, grinning slightly.
Spreading his wings as he bowed elegantly, the pink-eyed male introduced himself, "I am Cyralthein. Pardon my intrusion, but I couldn't help but hear your song."
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 1:06 am
"It was!" the male insisted, his brows lowered beneath his bright red mask. It was a costume, though he did wear them whenever he forgot to do some laundry and they happened to be the only clean underwear he happened to have. Not exactly the prettiest sight, but hey, at least the guy wore pants.
Just a few moments after, a strange voice rang out, as blue guy showed up with some pretty big wings. "BY THE ONION RINGS OF RANGOON!" Deadpool exclaimed as both his singing and dancing stoped so he could get a good look at the blue guy. "-Which one of the X-Men are you?" Not that he had ever met up with any X-Man while in this place, but hey he was blue and had wings. Clearly someone you'd find on the X-Men team at some point.
Weasel's glance swirved as he too stared at the newcomer. "I don't think he's part of the X-Men, Wade..." he offered his two-cents, as his long ears flicked back. Everyone looked so darn freaky when you happened to be as tiny as he had gotten stuck as. However this guy didn't seem to bad, though those wings didn't help keep Weasel's mind at ease.
"That my good man, is a great song --Not as good as 'My Sharona', but it's still pretty good." After all, nothing beat the classics.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 1:24 am
Cyr stopped short then shuffled back with eyes wide as he was yelled at, then his eyes narrowed, glowing faintly, "X-Men? What are talking about?" He shook his head, trying to figure out what the other was talking about. "What's an X-Men?" He was pretty sure he wasn't one... A bit of memory bubbled to the surface, faint like a dream remembered and he nodded once more as a single word floated through his mind Shifter. He was... important, somehow - for something. Frowning, he chased after the memory only to be brought back into reality by the other. He'd been prone to such daydreams - moments of deja vu.
"My Sharona?" He blinked, that being the only things he picked out of the sentence. Self-conciously the Shifter reincarnated folded his wings tightly against his sides, another bubble of deja vu bursting over him. Would they treat him poorly...?
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 10:23 pm
The red clad merc simply stared as the one whom had introduced himself as 'Cyralthein' questioned who and what the X-Men were. "You fall on your head? The X-Men! One of the biggest bands of mutants ever." Wade shifted the weight upon his paws the swords strapped to his back moving slightly as he did. "-Not that they sing or anything. Well that Dazzler does, but that's that terrible disco stuff. And well she's not really part of the X-Men anymore anyways. --Group is probably a better term or whatever you call it."
"Don't encourage him." Weasel spoke, placing the stuff he was working down on the ground. His eyes shifted towards Cyr "Trust me you'll regret it, or at least your brain will."
Wade rolled his eyes beneath his mask. "Don't listen to Weasel. He's just upset that we still haven't found a way out of his universe yet." Ears fliped back for a moment before Deadpool canted his head to the side. "Not a fan of the classics I see." Shame, not many people seemed to be a fan of that song, then again ever people who were seemed to get a distaste for it when it came down to the merc singing it. Wade did have a way of getting on people's nerves.
"You know. It's that one song, sung by those guys. And it was great. Yeah." The male's tails coiled at the tips, "I feel like donuts." His attentioned seemed to focus on the blue male for a while as thoughts seemed to dance about his mind. "You feel like donuts? --Hey Weas! You want donuts?"
"-What? No way, Wade. We've had donuts for the past few days. I mean we don't even pay for the food we've been eating and yet recently all we've been having it donuts. How about something, I don't know. Good?"
"Donuts are good." Deadpool retorted. "--Though I suppose you're right-" Hidden brown eyes shifted back to Cyr, a grin peeling onto the merc's face. "-Well you're the new guy, right? --Right. So what do YOU think we should chow down on?" his gravelly voice rang out. What exactly brought on the sudden thoughts of food? With Wade the world would never know.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 10:35 pm
"Disco...? Those guys...?" Cyralthein was utterly lost. This person was speaking of a time and place he'd never encountered. His time in the Mountain had brief yet and such wonders as technology had yet to be discovered. Then he quirked his brow once more, "Donuts? Some sort of nut? Like a walnut?" Again, a new thing for the Shifter reborn to experience.
Taken aback by the energy with which Deadpool was speaking, Cyr just sort of sat there, tails flicking as he tried to absorb the sudden pop culture lesson. "Food? Ah... What about stew and biscuits? Or caviar..." He blinked, wondering where the latter had come from. Wasn't caviar some sort of status food? Did he even like caviar? Shaking his head as though clearing his thoughts, the male stood, "Something hot, I think - I rather enjoy soups and roasted fowl...." He glanced at the others, wondering if such a thing might catch their fancy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:45 pm
The merc stared at the blue male for a moment, a puzzled look upon his features. "You speak English?" he uttered, dispite the fact that Cyr was using perfect English and it was quite clear he understood the words coming from the merc's mouth. Maybe he was just talking about too much stuff from back home. Oh well, it wasn't that he wasn't used to confusing people and it certainly did seem to be bothering him, in fact he probably didn't even realize he was confusing the poor fellow.
Deadpool had opened his mouth to say something, when Cyralthein asked what a donut was. Needless to say both Deadpool and Weasel's jaws droped. He didn't know what a donut was? "Where have you been living? -A cave!" the male questioned, his eyes narrowing.
"I have to agree with Wade on this one. How can you not know what a donut is?" Weasel blinked, gently pushing up his round glasses. "A donut is pretty much a fried cake with a hole in the middle."
"--And they taste so good!" the merc spoke, he could feel his mouth watering already. "Stew and biscuits. -Caviar. Maybe you aren't part of the X-Men after all. Maybe someone Doctor Strange knows-"
"-I'm pretty sure he's not even from OUR world. I mean there's some pretty crazy stuff in these other universes." Weasel shruged.
"So. --Roasted fowl? That anything like fried chicken? -But really if it's food who cares what it is. As long as it's good."
"And not poisoned."
"I always thought poisoned food gave it an extra bit of tang to the flavor."
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:18 pm
Cyr narrowed his eyes for a moment, wondering what these people were getting at. At the mention of a cave, an image of spiralling towers and glowing magelights burst into his mind. It was dark but comfortably so and had a familiar feel to it. Blinking, he tilted his head. He liked sweets...
But who was Doctor Strange? "Your world? ... other universes?" He was confused even more now. Wasn't the world they were in the only world? Cyr ducked his head a little and flared his wings slightly, unsure of himself, "So you are not from around here?" There was curiosity in his voice and something else... hope, maybe? He was on a search after all, one lead by feelings of familiarity with certain concepts and strange visions. Perhaps Deadpool and his little friend might be able to help him?
"Fried Chicken?" His ears flicked, "If that's cooking a chicken on a spit over an open fire, then yes..." Dark ears swiveled forward to attention as he heard the quip about poison, "Need I worry about poison?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:20 pm
"Oh I get it. You fell on your head too many times and it knocked something loose so-"
"-I really don't think-"
"-Oh no? Well then maybe he's-"
"-No I'm pretty sure he's not."
"Well? What is it?"
"He's talking to YOU, isn't he."
Wade blinked beneath his mask, eyes glancing from Weasel to Cyr. "Right~ I'm talking too fast aren't I? --I'll slow it down a bit. Make it easier for you to take in all this information and questions and whatever." Clearly the merc wasn't quite getting it, but at least he was trying...Or you know maybe he wasn't. It was hard to tell.
Wade took a few steps towards Cyr before sitting down upon his haunches, tails flicking up and down. "Ok, so. Our world, you know in another universe and all that. I think those comic geeks called it like Earth-616 or something kind of like that. Either way THIS isn't our universe or world, me and Weas here just kind of landed here, you know like we were in our own world one minute and then in this one the next, and I have to say the women here are pretty nubile, hey is this a run-on sentance?" Well maybe he hadn't exactly slowed down in the explaining thing, infact it seemed that his odd voice had gone faster.
"Yeah, we aren't from around here. I'm trying to make something that'll get us back home, but so far I've had no luck." Weasel pointed to his little machine that sat upon the floor.
Deadpool's ears droped ever so slightly. On a spit over and open fire? "You're from the West! I get it. You're a cowboy! Or...from Latveria. Which ever."
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:02 pm
The fur along Cyr's spine rose slightly at the cut-off remark. He wasn't stupid... Gritting his teeth, the male mantled his wings in a more aggressive manner - an outward declaration of his irritation. Although when Weasel spoke up, he settled down a little, casting an approving gaze at the little creature.
Clearly he was the reasonable one. Deadpool on the other hand... Cyr glanced over at the babbling kitsu and nodded absently, catching only a few key words. He blinked, "Nubile women?" That he understood. Cocking his head to the side, he smiled.
Looking past the red-clad kitsu, Cyr looked at the machine indicated by Weasel and frowned. He'd never seen something like that - only been used to more or less wilderness of this world since his awakening.
"You're from the West! I get it. You're a cowboy! Or...from Latveria. Which ever."
Cyr's brow furrowed once more - he seemed to be doing that a lot - and shook his head. "I'm not a... cowboy. Or from Latveria." He didn't know what either was but doubted saying as much would help. "Should I be from somewhere other then here?" He was beginning to wonder if he wasn't fitting in... another familiar feeling, he realized.
It sounded like a good enough question to him and rather important too. If he was going to get their help, he really didn't want them telling him he was crazy. Fluttering his wings, the male settled onto his stomach and rested his chin on his forepaws. This form seemed natural... but the way Deadpool was speaking it sounded like he shouldn't be like that. He sighed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 12:04 am
Deadpool's brow arched a rather amused smile curling onto his hidden lips, completly visible through his mask. Oh were they going to fight? He liked fighting, and it was so hard to find Tasky to spar with these days. He had no clue where his fellow merc pal had gone off to. He'd have to track him down again at some point, when he wasn't busy of course.
A frown formed upon his scared face as Cyr's posture seemed to settle, ok so they weren't going to fight. Shame he would have enjoyed something like that. It wasn't everyday you'd find someone to fight in this place. Pretty calm world, but ah yes there was it's nubile women. A word that seemed to snap all his other thoughts in half before tossing them through a wood chipper. "Oh yeah, a whole bunch of nubile women. Some really really hot ones too."
Dispite Deadpool's attachments to one pirticular female, he didn't stop from looking at, commenting on, and occasionaly flirting with other women. It was simply the way he was, and that was something that was most likely never going to change.
"Of course you'll probably need some fixing up if you want to try and woo any of them-"
Weasel cleared his throat, simply to let Wade know that he was going to start talking in simple hopes that the merc would shut up for a moment..At least. "Well you could be from around here. Then again you might not be. I mean Wade and I used to be human before we ended up here. -So there is a chance that you could be from another universe like we are, or you could be native to this world. It's hard to tell. --I could-"
"-Ok! Well enough of that! He could have been a dasiy if he'd not from this place. --Actually that would have been pretty cool. A blue daisy with big wings, that can talk and breath fire while all the little bugs run away-" Wade stoped midsentance. He shifted his gaze to sit solely on the blue male. "You breath fire? 'Cause that would be really cool."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:51 am
He frowned as he watched the other, rather hurt that he had to be 'fixed up' in order to woo anything. Wasn't he attractive enough? Self-consciously, Cyr ruffled his fur and shrugged to adjust his shirt. So when Weasel spoke up he sighed in relief, thankful for the other's interjection. Deadpool was really rather hard to follow.
"Human?" He frowned.... no, he wasn't human... he was sure of that. "You could wh-" He was cut off by Deadpool as well and actually burst out laughing, "Me? Breath fire? Not that I know of." He quirked a brow, wondering how in the world Deadpool seemed to leap from one topic to another so randomly.
"And I'm definitely not a daisy..." Which left the question what was he then? A native or an extradimensional traveler like them? He didn't have any memories of being elsewhere.... only here. And it wasn't like there was a gap in memories as one might expect from something like amnesia. Only the images that seemed triggered by certain words made him think he might not quite be from this world.
Flicking his tails, he suddenly stood, "But I can fly. Does that count for anything?"
... When'd he get sidetracked too?
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 9:20 pm
Weasel gave a nod, "Yeah, we used to be human. I still haven't figured out how exactly we ended up in this place. There's this crapload of stuff invoving the doorways to other dimensions and everything, bit it's not really an exact science. It would probably be a lot easier if it were. It even harder to explain how the heck we ended up turning into what we are when there are humans in this world to begin with." The weapons master sighed. Somethings were just so hard to explain, especially to onesself.
Deadpool's gaze seemed to grow bored, extreamly so when Cyr mentioned that he couldn't breath fire. Well that sucked. "You should try it sometime. You never know. Maybe you can. --What about lazer beam eyes? Got those? -Maybe some crazy voodoo magic?" Ears flicked. What had he been talking about again? Well he really couldn't remember.
"Good. The last thing you'd want to be is a daisy. It's a pretty crappy flower. It's a lot better this way. If you had been a daisy the ladies would never even think of going out with you. -So you may just have a chance." the merc gave a nod. "I mean flowers are ment to be given to women to woo them or as some kind of device to make them forgive you. They aren't ment to date them." another nod. Ok he was getting really off-topic now, which usually let to very immature things.
The mention of flight seemed to swirve his mind back to a someone decent area. "Everyone and their mother can fly." Deadpool paused, no that wasn't right. "Ok, well maybe not eveybody, Weas can't fly and nither can I, but in our world pretty much half the planet could fly. Even that fish guy. --With those little wings on his feet. -I'm not sure about here. Don't see as much flying. --You got super strength too?"
This was really turning into a 'what's your power' game for the merc.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:09 pm
"It sounds like complex magic... like our dimension portals." He blinked, wondering where that came from and eyed the two. Just what were they inspiring in him? Fragmented images of ornate rooms with glittering portals and visitors from other worlds rose in his mind and he closed his eyes as the mercenary's words slipped over him. Flowers... a dias... an entourage of shadowy people... With a grumble, he stepped back and spread his wings as though to clear his wind.
Shift. The word floated clearly through his mind and his eyes opened suddenly as all the strange images fled, "Shift... I can Shift. But I don't know what that is... You keep saying things and..." He glanced at the ground thinking the others would think him crazy, "I see things... images of things I don't recognize or words and concepts I'm not familiar with." He frowned, settling his wings against his side once more.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:28 am
Deadpool stared, rather confused as to where what Cyr had just said had come from. For someone that wasn't too sure of himself, that was oddly...Specific?
 'Was that the word? -I really can't remember. Maybe I should ask Weas- No wait, this was about blue guy here. What was I thinking again? --Hey! The yellow boxes are back! Well sort of. Oh, my yellow boxes how I have missed you so. Even if you are more of little yellow nubs now. Heh, nubs. -My first person narrative has been so empty without you~'
"So you're a magic guy. -Who shifts?" Deadpool looked to Weasel, who simply gave a shrug. Nither of them seemed to know exactly what 'shifting' was. "Is that like teleporting, 'cause you wouldn't be the first blue guy to do that. -Though 'shift' sounds a whole lot cooler." the merc paused once more as his gaze tilting upwards slightly, allowing for Wade to tap his chin acting as though he was in deep thought. "-Wait. You're seeing things? You're not crazy are you? Because let me tell you right now I do not work with crazy people. -First you start talking crazy because you are crazy and then all Hell breaks loose."
"Wade, you're the one that's crazy. You're probably just saying words that are triggering his subconscious or something. If he hears enough trigger words he'll probably remember more." Weasel concluded, pushing up his glasses as he looked to Cyr. "-You have amnesia or something?"
"You know I prefer the term 'unable to control the perpetual flux in his cellular structure', but I can see how that's a mouth full. -Besides if I'm already crazy then I don't have to worry about going crazy." Wade was always told he was crazy or insane. Whatever. And well, basicly he was, but that really did make life much more interesting. And it wasn't entirly his fault. Like when he hurt his friends intentionaly, it wasn't because he wanted to, or because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldn't help it. Insanity card please.
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